Travel

[float_on_alright]

I may have overestimated how much I could done on this trip. I thought I might be able to write on the tour bus today between stops, but that really wasn’t a thing. There was less leg room on the bus than there is on the average economy plan ride and there wasn’t enough room to set my ipad open with the keyboard let alone also type. Then at lunch I was still so sick from the boat tour we did, I slept through the whole break. I didn’t eat anything more than a croissant all day until dinner tonight around 9 this evening. It seems like we might be on a bigger bus tomorrow, but I think that will mean someone sitting beside me, probably looking over my shoulder and there’s no way I’ll be able to write if one of my parents are beside me. Maybe if it’s a stranger. It was bad enough that my mom was sitting behind me (bored, nosy, and annoying) on this trip while I was trying to read.

I still feel the occasional waves of… not motion sickness exactly, but a sort of weird sensation of moving in an uncomfortable way.

The waves were intense and the boat was small and I knew about two minutes into the ride that things were not going to be easy. I didn’t realize just how much of a protection the little artificial bay/port area was giving us from the ocean. The guy taking our boat tickets said the weather was “about normal” when my mom asked if it was calm. I thought if it was about normal that I’d be alright. That would be a big ol’ nope, nope, nope.

My dad was fine (because of course he was) and my mom had decided that she wasn’t going to go. All I can say for myself is that I worked really, really hard and I didn’t puke. I think if I hadn’t been so focused on whatever bit of land I could keep an eye on and keeping myself braced and not moving that I might have been afraid or at least worried. As it was, I really didn’t have time for that. Lots of people were sea sick. The crew brought out rolls of plastic bags and big buckets and cans with plastic bags in them for people to throw up in.

Anyway, my folks are whining even though I’m in the bathroom with the door shut. Ugh. The problem with traveling with family is family. I just have to remember that I love them. I really do.